I'm becoming less, as you can see.
Just what am I supposed to be?
I keep losing syllables.
If I don't stop shrinking
Then I am thinking
That pretty soon
There will be
Nothing
Left.
Wow! That is a marvelous nonet! I can see why it took first place in the contest. It truly deserved to do so. Another great accomplishment for you.
Amazing poem so appropriate for the poetic style. Brilliantly crafted, Kim!
Very cool poem, at first I thought it referenced getting older or either Alzheimer's, I never heard of this type of poem but I think it's cool, thanks Kim
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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